Basket of Chips, page 069

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Title A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Creator Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940
Subject Artists; Painters; Artists' writings
Subject Local Harwood, James Taylor, 1860-1940; Artists--Utah--Biography; Harwood, Harriett Richards, (1870-1922)
Description These memoirs of Utah artist and teacher James T. Harwood cover a wide range of subjects including farming, gardening, bird watching and cooking. But, primarily, "A Basket of Chips" is about his early love, Harriett Richards, and their life together.
Publisher Tanner Trust Fund University of Utah Library, Salt Lake City, Utah
Contributors Olpin, Robert S.; Ward, Margery W.; Cooley, Everett L.; Madsen, Brigham D.; Tyler, S. Lyman
Date 1985
Type Text
Format application/pdf
Language eng
Relation Is part of: Utah, the Mormons, and the West, no. 12
Coverage 1860-1940
Rights Management University of Utah, Copyright 2001
Holding Institution J. Willard Marriott Library, University of Utah.
Source Physical Dimensions 14.5 cm x 22.75 cm
Source Characteristics Printed Hard Cover Book
Scanning Technician Karen Edge
Metadata Cataloger Kenning Arlitsch; Jan Robertson
Call Number N 6537 H364 A2 1985
ARK ark:/87278/s6zs2vsj
Topic Artists; Painters; First person narrative
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-20
Date Modified 2011-04-07
ID 327930
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Title Basket of Chips, page 069
Description Cheer, Romdnce, md Fmzily In the group of Motherhood, I tried to depict the blessed- ness of motherhood, - a mother such as I had, and such as that of my children. My wife was not able to pose as our baby, June, was too young. The baby of a fat Italian mother was employed, with the mother holding the infant. The mother in the picture posed holding a bundle in the position of the baby. The old adoring woman back of the mother was engaged from my studio door, but no date set. That was the way in each case. When I was ready for them I called at their home to make the date. My children went with me when I was ready to use this old woman. We found upon inquiring of the concierge that she lived at the top of a dingy old building, that meant climbing up a winding stairway. On reaching her room we found the door open. I knocked, and a faint call, "entre" sum- moned us to enter. We found her in bed. She was there to keep warm. She had not the means to afford heat. A few pennies were lying loose on the table. She was not employed but was very pleased to make the appointment with me. Dear old soul! What a comfort, "the light of the son of God" is to one that has life's work done and is simply waiting for the call. It was some weeks after finishing with her that I went to the door on hearing a knock and it was she with a small package of little carvings of plaster Paris. She had made them for my chil- dren she said. I thanked her and gave her a franc. It was a modest way of offering them for sale and the price I paid meant considerable to her. The material used was broken bits of plas- ter Paris that she had picked up in the sculptors studios. Queer little animals and birds they were! No doubt she found a mar- ket wherever there were children in the studios. The man in armor suggests the crusaders. I obtained a per- mit to work in the artillerv museum and made a careful water color study of a full set of armor, although only a little shows in the picture. I used a suitable model but not the armor to dress him in so I dressed my painting of him in the one I had drawn. The multitude in the background was done from drawings of historical characters and other types of heads. I have not
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Source A Basket of Chips: An Autobiography
Setname uum_ttb
Date Created 2005-04-14
Date Modified 2021-05-06
ID 327549
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